Our first date wasn't great, but it wasn't bad. He was tall, had an accent, and paid for the drinks. Oh wait, then he bought be fro-yo! I knew there was a reason I agreed to a second date. For our second date activity, he gave me 3 choices. I ranked them 1-3, and he decided on my least favorite. No worries, a comedy show at the Parlor date couldn't be all that bad. No, wait. Yes it was. From the terrible restaurant to start (we went dutch: $80 total bill, my $13 salad and $9 wine... mmmkay), to the most awkward hug/lean away so you don't even think about kissing me end.
We got to the Parlor early, and that is when I realized that I was annoyed and having no fun whatsoever. (Please note that while this date was going on, my BFF's hot older bro and his ENTIRE soccer team were just down the street...) Now, usually I don't like to give line-by-line dialogue because frankly, it can be boring as hell. But this conversation is worth it: (Sitting in booth, me wanting to stop looking at his face.)
B: Well, let's go get in line!
T: Ok, but it's not going to open for a while.
B: That's ok! We can chat and dance!
(We get in line. It doesn't move.)
B: Wow, this line is slow! Maybe we should sit down again.
T: I know, that is why I told you we shouldn't get in line yet and we should just sit back down.
B: ...the fuck you just say to me? (Ok, not really)
Fast forward to us redoing the picture he took of us because he didn't think he looked good enough. Fast forward through a hilarious comedian. Fast forward to him going to use the bathroom and asking me to wait so we can meet Tony and take a picture with him. Fast forward to there is no way in hell that is happening.
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